bakerstreet | they are the hunters, we are the foxes

the ON THE RUN meme

Sometimes, these things happen. Sometimes, you're in just the wrong place at just the right time, or you've made the wrong (or right, depending on your intentions) person mad. Sometimes it's better for everyone if you just go. Sometimes there isn't time for good-bye.

LOST
You've managed to lose yourself somewhere out there, for whatever reason it was. Maybe you took someone with you (willingly? not?), or you found someone else who needed to disappear as badly as you did. You're in your car, or a cheap hotel, or a house by the side of the road. What else can you do but watch, and wait?

FOUND
It could have been as simple as being glimpsed at the 7-11. Your phoneline wasn't as secure as you thought. You locked eyes with the wrong person across the room. Now the house of cards is collapsing, and maybe not just your life, but the lives of everyone you love could be in jeopardy now. The walls are closing in, and your arms are giving out.

RULES
- post with your character's name and canon. if you have an on-the-run AU, or scenarios you might want to play out, mention them here.
- find others. tag them.
- and then, run.

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He did jump a little at having the voice that much closer, but he recovered easily enough, he even smiled, giving another of those one-shouldered shrugs, "Unless it's an emergency, don't use the bathroom on the bus, wait for a rest stop. If it is an emergency, hold your nose and watch your head."

His brow creased a little, thinking, "If the rest stop's near food, and they usually are, get something to eat right away and something to eat later." Of course, that might only have been him with his heightened metabolism, "And the bus won't wait for you, so don't dawdle. I mean, they're supposed to, but they don't always."

"Damn, man,"with awe in his voice, Delsin shook his head." You sound like you do this for a living. How often you do this?"

He gave the other a look, waiting for a response and noticed that Iggy's eyes hadn't quite tracked to him.

"You okay, man?"

His brow creased, never quite sure how to answer that question, though he finally just said: "I'm fine, just blind."

And the next twitch of a smile was much more wry, "And at this point I might as well be a professional traveler. This is my sixth long-haul trip in eight months." Because talking about the travel was better than dwelling on his disability.

"Ah...shit."

Delsin almost started in on the apologies, but when Iggy drove by it he nodded more to himself for a moment and sighed.

"Family far away, or something?"

"Yeah, we're... pretty scattered." That wasn't, as a point of fact, why he was constantly on the move, and he hadn't seen any of the Flock in months. But it was a good enough cover, and he used it fairly frequently anyway because it was true, even if it wasn't the exact reason.

"How about you? Going to somewhere or away from somewhere?"

"I'm .."The conduit trailed a bit, Reggie's funeral coming to mind. "I'm getting out of town for a little while."

He felt the wave of sadness rise in him suddenly and turned his head from Iggy, embarrassed.

"Ah... Too many memories, you know?"

He nodded, brow creasing a little, "Yeah. Sometimes you've just got to get out. Try someplace new for a while."

He gave a shrug, "Blank slate can do you good now and again."

He gave a quick shake of his head, as if that would get the morose mood out of his system.

"Whoa, boy do I need a blank slate."he half muttered and looked back out towards the depot.

Furrowing his brows a bit, Delsin squinted his eyes in an attempt to get a better look at the gentleman entering. He seemed a little too official to be slumming it by coach bus and it made the conduit tense in nervously.

"...What the..."he murmured more to himself.

Sure enough, the flashed something that looked like a badge and Delsin had to literally bite his tongue to keep from swearing violently.

" Hey, Ig.."he started, trying to keep panic out of his tone and keeping his eyes on Mr. 5-0 working his way through the depot.

"Where'd you say you were headed?"

Even for a blind guy, or maybe especially for one particular blind guy, that tension was easy to read, and Iggy straightened a little, one hand dipping to make sure the zippers on his backpack were closed securely just in case this was going to turn into a making a run for it situation.

"Boulder." He replied, shifting his weight just a little, gathering his feet under himself into a more stable position, "Why do you ask?"

they are the hunters, we are the foxes - and we run

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